Mom, your son will always love you.

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Mom, your son will always love you

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That year, I was just eighteen years old. After reading many novels about incest between mothers and sons online, I
also developed a stirring in my heart, and I wanted to have sex with my mother. First of all, my family situation is the same as most novels. My father died in a work accident
a few years , and now it's just my mother and me at home. In the past few years, some aunts have introduced
potential partners to my mother, but she has refused them all, saying that I am still too young.

Speaking of my mother, she was definitely a beauty when she was young. She had a fair and clean face, big, chubby
eyes, and a plump, white body. Now that she is older, she has become overweight. She is 1.7 meters tall and
weighs 150 pounds. But it is this plumpness that makes me fantasize, because my mother has a big
butt that sways from side to side and trembles slightly when she walks. It's so adorable. In my fantasy, my mother is naked and
lying on the bed, and I am sitting next to her, enjoying her beautiful, big, fat butt.

Having read novels about incest between mother and son, I learned that women in their forties need men. I thought that perhaps my mother,
even without seeking a man, wanted to have sex with her son; it was just that this unspoken understanding hadn't been broken. I wanted to break that unspoken
understanding . However, things didn't go smoothly because I couldn't find my mother's masturbation aids, nor did I
see her masturbating, which disappointed me greatly. But I firmly believed that my mother needed a man.

Letting her read articles about incest between mother and son seemed like a good idea. So I deliberately left
the articles , but to my disappointment, my mother never went online. I started teaching her how to use the internet, and then she
saw the articles. But my mother didn't know that I had left them for her; she thought it was unintentional. However, she was unusually angry about me browsing pornographic
websites , scolded me severely, and forbade me from going online anymore. I felt so pathetic.

After that, I tried my best not to let my mother see the incestuous novels I read online, but she still found out.
That day, my mother slapped me, her face turning red with anger. That day, I don't know where I got the strength, but I went up to
my mother begged her for sex. My mother immediately understood what I meant and struggled fiercely, kicking me off the bed. I
never imagined a mother would act like a lioness to protect herself; it seems the seductive
tactics in novels don't work in my house.

I knelt before my mother and apologized. When I mentioned that she also needed a man,
she became enraged and started hitting me again. I let her hands lash my face without flinching,
staring intently at her. When she got tired, she ran crying to her room, closed the door, and sobbed. I knew
my offensive against my mother had completely failed; I felt so ashamed.

These past few days, my mother's coldness and my awkward situation made me contemplate suicide. I wrote her
a suicide note ; I don't remember the details now, but it basically told her I was sorry, that I
had read inappropriate novels and developed malicious intentions towards her. It ended with: "You are my good mother; I hope I
can be your son again in the next life." Then, with a knife in my pocket, I left home.

It was late at night. I stood on the bridge, looking at the river. One jump, and my life would end.
My mind was a mess. I remembered I was eighteen and had never even been with a woman. I felt incredibly frustrated. Suddenly
, I thought, why not rape a woman before I die? That way, I wouldn't have any regrets. With that thought, I stepped off the bridge.
Perhaps my resolve moved the heavens, for someone was indeed approaching in the distance. It was too dark to see clearly, but I thought to
myself , "I hope it's a woman. I don't care her age or appearance, as long as I succeed."
If it was a man, I would rob him of his belongings and leave them at my mother's doorstep. Maybe she would find
some comfort in that.

As the man drew closer, I yelled, "Don't move! Move and I'll stab you to death!" The man said, "It's Xiaoqiang!
I've been looking for you so hard!" It was my mother. She came over and said, "You silly child,
don't do anything foolish. Why are you robbing people here?" Seeing my mother, I was speechless. My mother said, "
Come on, come home with me. You can do whatever you want." She took my hand. I said, "Mom,
I'm so sorry, I have no face to live anymore." Mom smiled and said, "Let's talk about it when we get home."
She mechanically pulled me away.

Back home, Mom served me food and urged me to eat, but I had no appetite and just
kept my head down, silent. Mom said gently, "Eat up, Mom's waiting for you in your room." I looked up at Mom, but
she didn't look at me. Tears streamed down her face as she turned and swayed her hips into her room. Mom had actually
agreed, but I could tell she was reluctant, only doing it to prevent her from taking her own life. Faced with such great
maternal love, how could I bear to betray her? But I really love Mom, and this was a golden opportunity.
If I gave it up, I would never have another. My mind was in turmoil,
torn between going and not going. Finally, I couldn't resist and pushed open Mom's door.

The light in Mom's room was off, only a beam of light from a streetlamp shining in. I saw Mom covered with a sheet and blanket.
I softly called "Mom," but she didn't answer. My thoughts were still struggling, but lust
ultimately triumphed over justice. My heart pounded. I gently got into bed, lifted my mother's blanket, and found her lying on her back
in pajamas. I touched her large breasts; she didn't resist. So I slipped my hand inside
her pajamas, touching a woman's vagina for the first time. My mother didn't react at all, only slightly tilting her hips
to help me pull down my pants.

I took off my own pants, my penis already hard. I knelt between my mother's thighs, aiming at her
vaginal opening, but I shamelessly ejaculated the moment I touched her vagina. In the light of the streetlamp, I
could see my semen all over my mother's pubic hair. My mother didn't say anything, but sat up and wiped herself with her underwear. I
said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I'll go back to my room." My mother said, "Wait a little longer,"
and then lay back down.

About half an hour later, my penis was hard again. I knelt between my mother's legs again, trying to insert
my penis , but since it was my first time doing this, I couldn't find the entrance and just thrust randomly. My mother
reached down and helped me find the entrance. Her vagina wasn't as wet as described in novels;
it was dry , making it difficult to insert my penis. I didn't know how to insert it a little, pull it out, and then insert it again; I just shoved it in hard.
My mother gritted her teeth and endured the pain. Looking back now, I feel so sorry for her. Later, during my thrusting,
her vagina gradually became slippery. I thrust about a hundred times before ejaculating inside her.
Afterwards , I got off her, panting heavily, staring blankly at the ceiling. My mother got up, still
wiping herself with her underwear, and said, "Go back to your room!"

During the day, my mother cooked for me as usual, but remained silent, as if I didn't exist.
Sometimes when our eyes met, she would quickly look away, her fair face slightly flushed. I felt
awkward, wanting to say something to her, but unable to find a topic. Sometimes I would say, "Mom, I'm sorry."
She would just grunt, turn around, and sway her large hips as she walked away.

In the evening, I went to my mother's room again and softly asked, "Mom, may I come in?"
She didn't answer, which was tacit consent. I went into the room and, as usual, untied the blanket. I had no idea about foreplay
. I went in and pulled down my mother's pajama bottoms. She just shrugged her buttocks in response
, and I thrust my penis hard into her vagina. Then she got up to wipe herself and sent me back to my room. It wasn't
like the lewd stories in novels. Every night I would go into my mother's room like this and have sex with her.
She never let me kiss her, nor did she ever hug me. Every time

, there were tears on her face. This went on for about two months. One night, I really wanted to touch my mother's buttocks. I said,
"Mom, can I hug you?" She didn't answer, so I put my arm under her neck and used
my right hand to turn her to the side. My hand touched her soft buttocks. They felt so good. I didn't want to
let go and touched them for a long time. Like when I was a child, I took her breast into my mouth and sucked on it.
My mother started to respond and began to moan. Then I touched her vagina, and it was wet inside
. It was at this moment that I finally understood the foreplay of sex, and I successfully inserted my penis. This
time, Mom had an orgasm, hugged me, and started moaning. I was so ashamed; I thought Mom was in pain and stopped moving.
Looking back, I feel so sorry for her.

Since Mom had that orgasm, I also learned the foreplay, always sucking her breasts and touching
her buttocks .

But I still didn't understand when Mom orgasmed. Finally, when Mom shouted, "Harder!" I
realized that Mom needed me to fuck her hard during her orgasm. Gradually, I was able to give Mom orgasms every time.
Mom started communicating with me, teaching me how to do the foreplay. Mom's breasts were the sexiest; as long as I sucked them,
she would get wet, making penetration easier. Finally, one day Mom kissed me. That day was
the most pleasurable time I ever had with Mom.

One day, I turned on the light, wanting to see what Mom's vagina looked like. Mom covered it tightly with both hands,
refusing to let me see, and told me to turn the light off immediately. I knew that if I didn't listen to Mom, she
would refuse to have sex with me. But I made Mom lie down, and she agreed. Mom's buttocks were snow-white and plump. I
pressed my face against them, kissed them, and played with them with my hands; it felt so good.

Mom started talking to me, mostly about schoolwork, never about sex. This was her way
of telling me that since Mom had sex with me, my grades were going to improve. I worked hard, and I
made it into the top ten in the final exams. That day, Mom was very happy. In the restaurant, she hugged me and said, "You can do
whatever ." I casually asked to see Mom's vagina, and she agreed.

One day, Mom was off work, but I had to go to school. Mom suddenly asked, "Are those mother-son articles on the computer
real?" Her face turned red. I naturally said they were all real. Mom said, "I want to see, but
I can't find them ." I happily turned on the computer, found a porn site, and showed Mom some incestuous mother-son articles
.

Mom's face immediately turned red, and she said, "Go away, I won't look at them while you're at home." I left with a smile,
but I knew that the mother-son sex that night would be very pleasurable.

When I got home from school, I was eager to know what my mother thought of the articles I had read, but she wouldn't say, which
made me really anxious. I had no choice but to swallow my pride and ask, "Mom, what did you think of those articles?"
My mother's face turned red immediately, and she said, "I was cleaning the house at home, I didn't have time to read them." Just as I was feeling disappointed
, my mother added, "They're all made-up stories, there's no such thing as a mother and son like that." I
laughed and said, "Mom, you should still read them." My mother was exposed, and her face turned red as she said fiercely, "You
brat, you let your mother read this trashy novel, I'll beat you to death!" She then punched me. I hugged
my mother, rubbed her bottom, and said, "Come on, let's go to my room, okay?" My mother nodded. This was the first time I had sex with my mother in my
room, and now my mother was completely open; she was willing to have sex with her son.

The next morning, I went to school as usual, and my mother said, "Are you leaving like this?" This question
confused , and I looked at my mother. Mom said, "Aren't you going to kiss me before you leave?" I understood what Mom meant, so I went up, hugged
her, and kissed her. Of course, I still had to touch her big butt with both hands. From then on, whether I was leaving for school
or coming home from school, I would kiss Mom and touch her butt. Mom would always touch my penis and say, "You're so
pathetic , you're still hard even while hugging your mom."

We were already having normal sex, so we would do some normal positions. We often watched movies, and I
would specifically find movies about incest between mother and son for Mom to watch. After watching them, Mom would always say, "Such an old woman,
and this young man is doing it so enthusiastically." I said, "Mom, I don't think you're ugly." Mom would smile and punch me,
saying, "You're so good with words." Then, we would make love according to the positions in the movies. If there was
a scene of oral sex in the movie, we would do it too. When I first ejaculated into Mom's mouth, she felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. She hurriedly
twisted her big butt and ran to the toilet. To be honest, I really enjoy ejaculating in my mother's mouth. Seeing her
between my legs with my penis in her mouth, her big eyes looking up at me, excites me immensely.

I've asked my mother how she had sex with my father, but she never answers
. Instead, she scolds me with a stern face, scaring me so much that I never dare ask again. I've also asked her if she
's had sex with any other men besides my father. She got very angry and didn't speak to me for two days. I had to say a lot of nice things before she finally took my penis out.
I inserted myself into my mother's vagina again. My mother said, "If you ask me these filthy questions again, don't touch me." My mother
meant what she said, and I really didn't dare to ask again. Unlike incestuous novels, my mother wouldn't tell her son about her
past secrets.

My mother was a very dignified person. During sex, she never said things like in novels, "Son,
do you like fucking Mom? Mom loves having her son's big cock fuck her." Sometimes when I said that, my mother would
get angry and make me get off. Then I would say a lot of nice things before we could finish having sex. My mother's orgasm was like crying
. The most she said was "harder," without any other obscene language, but her arms would hold
me tightly.

Sometimes after sex, my mother would mutter to herself, "It's strange, I can even have an orgasm with my son."

A year passed in the blink of an eye. I could have gotten into a better university, but considering that I wanted to have sex with my mother,
I went to a university in the city. By this time, my mother couldn't live without me either, and she agreed. I didn't live in
the dorms Every day I took the bus home, and when I got home, I would have sex with my mother. I always say, "Mom, I
really love your big ass." Mom would jokingly say, "Isn't it all because of you, you little bastard?"

Mom is Mom; she hates calling her son "husband," but when I'm having sex with her, I like to call her "
wife ."

Mom always gets angry, but after a while, she stops caring, though she never agrees. I begged
Mom to call me "husband," but she never did. I stopped complaining; Mom was my woman now.

During college, I got my driver's license, and Mom arranged to buy me a car. Dad's work injury compensation wasn't much, but
it was enough to buy a used car for only 70,000 or 80,000 yuan. The car was also very fuel-efficient, so I didn't have to take the bus home anymore.
I could also take Mom on trips, and since she paid for everything, I didn't feel bad. Every time we went somewhere,
I had to have sex with Mom. Mom also liked having sex in public, but she was worried about people finding out.

With this car, girls started pursuing me. I told Mom, and she looked jealous, so I
had to reject all the girls' advances. I noticed that whenever a girl called me, my mother looked disappointed
. But now she was paying attention to her appearance, seemingly trying to compete with these girls for me. At that moment, I
had the upper hand in the conversation, while my mother carefully attended to me. Actually, I also wanted to find a girlfriend and experience the pleasures of a younger
woman, but I couldn't upset my mother, so I refused to associate with any girls.

Because I excelled in my studies, I found a good job after graduation, earning a good monthly income. This year, my mother
was already fifty years old. Facing the different looks people gave me, she finally became afraid of suspicion and
urged me to find a girlfriend and get married. I lied to my mother, saying, "I only love you." My mother said, "If you say that,
people will doubt our relationship." I thought my mother was right. My mother added, "Let me tell you, don't forget your mother after you
get a wife." It seemed that even after I got married, I could still have sex with my mother.

A girl at my workplace pursued me; she was very beautiful and slender. I took her virginity
, and she became attached to me, so I just went along with it. The first time I brought her home, my mother was clearly
jealous. Behind my back, she said to me, "She's so beautiful, will you still want me?" I pinned her down, and
after another round of wild sex, I said, "Mom, don't worry, I consider you my life partner, and she's just someone I borrowed to have a
baby." My mother was very grateful. She kissed me on the lips for the first time and called me "husband." I was very excited and had
sex with her again.

After we got married, I always found opportunities to have sex with my mother. This time, my mother was very rational and said, "Let's try
to do it less often, so your wife doesn't find out." While having sex with my mother, I said, "Mom, you know what? It feels
better with you than with her." My mother blushed and said, "You're so good with words, so sweet-talking." After we finished, I
still touched my mother's big buttocks; she liked it when I did. My

wife got pregnant, and my mother-in-law was worried that having sex during her pregnancy would be bad for her daughter and the baby, so she made
my wife go back to her parents' house. This gave me another opportunity to have sex with my mother. During those days, my mother and I
made love , and I don't know how much sperm I ejaculated into her vagina. My mother was naturally very happy, but she also sighed that time was passing quickly,
and that once the baby was a month old, we would have to make love secretly again.

But my wife has always been at odds with my mother and doesn't like to come to my mother's house, which was a good opportunity for me. I
would visit my mother every few days, sending my precious sperm into her vagina and mouth.
I don't know how my wife knew about this, but I don't know how angry or jealous she was.

As the child grew up day by day, my mother gradually aged, her hair turned much whiter, and her sex drive
wasn't as good before. But I still loved making love with my mother, because I felt
warm when my penis was inside her vagina. Mom, your son will always love you. I love your breasts, I love your ass, and I love your vagina even more
. I will remember this love between us, and I hope that our love will last forever. Mom, you must love your son too,
and you will love your son's penis even more, because it is my penis that fills the emptiness in your heart. Mom,
your son loves to fuck you, I love to fuck my own mother.

This is a kind of love, a love without grudges, a mother's love is selfless. There are no "ahs," "ohs," "ohs," "brother," or "husband" sounds, but it's a very real and simple article. Good, very good. I hope you have a better life in the future, thank you.
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I like articles about mothers and children, and I've read many of them! There are quite a few classic articles, and this one is pretty good too! It would be even better if the author could provide more details. Hehe. This mother isn't very lewd. She spits out the semen after it's shot into her mouth. The correct way is to make her swallow it...hehe. Although it's not very passionate, it's very heartwarming, hehe, very good. The article is written in a very simple and down-to-earth way, describing everyday events in a very realistic manner. The writing skills are quite good. Although it's not described in a very passionate way, the writing is very heartwarming. There's a kind of perverse warmth in it.
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not make it a little longer? Why not continue writing? It would be so much better to make it a long story.

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